| Yo, stomp down killers forever
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| Webby, what up?
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| Windex, I see you
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| Let’s go
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| Lately I been feeling like there ain’t no one as ill as I
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| First I make the music, then I made that shit an enterprise
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| This is dope money, you could say my name is Escobar
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| Killing all these rappers just became part of my repertoire
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| Doggy, I’m a python, you’ll never compare
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| Y’all are feminine, it’s evident I’ll end your career (yeah)
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| I put the smoke in the air tonight like I’m Phil Collins
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| I got the shakes like I’m withdrawing from pills often
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| And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I’m Sid Crosby
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| I got more Heat that Miami, I’ll fucking Chris Bosh 'em
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| I’m psychopathic, I’m doing acid and driving backwards
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| Every track that I’m rapping on is a fire hazard
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| So light the matches, ignite the gasses, the final chapter
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| Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are just some hired assassins
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| A kamikaze with a loaded gun, wasted
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| Smoking dust naked in a pickup truck faded
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| Let’s go
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| Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain’t say nothing
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| Cause these motherfuckers not like me
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| Yeah they seen their name buzzing
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| Now they wanna start something
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| That is not likely
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| We don’t need no introduction
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| (Motherfucker)
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| Better leave me be
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| Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
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| Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
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| I don’t vacation (nope)
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| I be in a lab on a free date
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| Chicken fingers, LSD tab and a V8
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| Rolling up the grass, puff pass like a relay
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| Ever since I used to say phat, with a P-H
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| Mario and Bowser combined
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| A cold blooded Italian and I’m out of my mind
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| And listen, half of the time I’m so high
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| Can’t believe my words actually rhyme
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| It’s autopilot, sitting back in recline
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| When I get a Grammy I’ma only credit the squad
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| Cause we been working too hard to share the credit with God
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| Shit’s a hell of a job, spit flows and show dominance
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| Pro novelist, no stopping this
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| Drag 'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana this
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| Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the water drip
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| Out the underground like I was found by archaeologists
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| All we do is mother fucking body shit
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| Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain’t say nothing
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| Cause these motherfuckers not like me
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| Yeah they seen their name buzzing
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| Now they wanna start something
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| That is not likely
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| We don’t need no introduction
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| (Motherfucker)
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| Better leave me be
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| Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
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| Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
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| Every so often I get carried away
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| Yo what’s this motherfuckers problem, why he staring at me?
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| I swear to God that I’ma drop him, right there in his place
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| And toss his body in the coffin, he’ll get buried today
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| And Merk comes over, he’s like, «Windex chill
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| I think you’re off your rocker, you forget your pills?
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| Cause you ain’t been acting proper and you can’t sit still»
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| Man fuck you, just pass the vodka, it ain’t no big deal
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| I’m ruthless, I’ll smash your woman and then I’ll smash your sister
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| And replace your dad’s spot in every family picture
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| I’m standing outside the AA while I’m slamming liquor
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| I piss people off just to ask them if they’re triggered
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| Are you triggered? |
| Well I don’t give a shit, really
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| If a groupie wanna fuck then she can get the big willy
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| If somebody want that smoke
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| I’ll tell them where the bitch killed me
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| But don’t tell me to stop being a prick, 'cause I still will be
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| Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain’t say nothing
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| Cause these motherfuckers not like me
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| Yeah they seen their name buzzing
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| Now they wanna start something
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| That is not likely
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| We don’t need no introduction
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| (Motherfucker)
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| Better leave me be
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| Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
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| Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
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| 2003 shit
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| CT to Canada shit
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| Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
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| Yeah |